Dreams of Rain

Dreams of Rain by Lori Lipsky

It plays its evening melody on tin roofs
Forms puddles on garden walkways
Quenches the thirst of the majestic oak

Fields of corn gulp their fill, and
In the morning, flower petals
Glisten with droplets of dew

15 thoughts on “Dreams of Rain

  1. And the land rejoices.
    This first line especially touches a chord– my dad talked about how, as a child, he loved falling asleep to the sound of rain on the tin roof.
    Wonderful, evocative poem.

    • Jacquie, It’s great to hear from the southern hemisphere. Thank you for stopping by.
      Up here in midwestern U.S. we’re living through our driest summer in many decades.

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